Forewords: I had originally intended this writing to be in second person, this was before I read the rules and before I had the conviction to commit my inner fantasy to digital paper. Instead I propose you read this story as if it were one of your memories.
Chapter 9: Servitude
I awoke with a start snapping my head up and my eyes open, alert and ready for a fight. But… nothing happened and I forced myself to choke back on the adrenaline a little so that I could assess the situation. I let my head hang again and closed my eyes so I could think, but instead prayed thanks for my incredible luck and timing as I heard someone… or something walk into the clearing from my right side. Whoever it was paused for a moment to examine me and continued on their way with a grunt.
I waited until all was quiet again and cracked my eyes open, immediately noticing two things: one, I was naked… two, I was off the ground… I reluctantly lifted up my head and took in my surroundings: I was tied up in a tree on the edge of the clearing where I spotted Darkrai, my hands and feet bound (with abnormally loose knots) behind the trunk using some sort surprisingly elastic vine. I tested my restraints, pulling gently so to not make a sound and found, to my pleasure, that I could probably snap them at any time that I wanted to, but my musings were cut short by a yawn that resounded through the forest. I raised my head towards the center of the glade and saw a surprisingly fit looking old man sitting on a boulder with his back facing me. He was busy looking at his reflection, which was being perfectly framed by the eclipsed moon in the mirror still pool of water that covered much of the grass in the clearing.
He seemed to be contemplating something as he turned his head from side to side, but he quickly gave up on the idea and returned to sitting quietly with his fist in his cheek, sighing from time to time as if in boredom. I tried to create a distraction by pulling down on a tree branch in the distance with my psi only to be met with a shooting pain in my head. I stifled a grunt and my body went limp as I delved into my own consciousness.
I floated aimlessly through the hallways of my own mind, and saw, as things started to take shape, that it had been ransacked. Somehow, Darkrai clearly found out that I was psionic and did its best to suppress my powers, trashing most of my capacity for psychic-level thought processes. My subconscious was busy guarding my memories, he looked banged up pretty bad, but the smile on his face as he passed the barrier separating his domain from mine showed me that he managed to hold out against Darkrai's assault. I didn't expect any less though, shooting him a quick nod of approval as he bandaged his wounds. When tamed, one's own subconscious mind becomes a powerful ally, able to protect your deepest secrets and memories even if you fall unconscious… Moving on to a more disappointing sight, most of the traps I had set were destroyed, although I did see signs that a few of the more clever ones had been set off (much to my amusement).
I put my mind back into as proper a working order as I could and I felt drips of my strength slowly return to me… I was nowhere near full power however and judging from the damage that I couldn't fix going from room to room, it would take a few days to return to my maximum vigor, however I did manage to re-activate many of my psionic powers at a very weak state, and there wasn't any permanent damage thankfully… I materialized some weights and lifted them with my telekinesis till I hit my limit… Cursing Darkrai's thoroughness when I found that I was limited to a single pitiful kilogram, and could barely create a spark let alone light a flame… My electrokinesis was entirely shot still, it was always the hardest one for me to handle and I couldn't so much as light a two watt bulb.
I sighed and cleared the objects from my path, taking a certain amount of satisfaction from watching them dematerialize with the wave of my hand. I then went out of my way to reset most of my traps, change the layout of all the rooms (and I do mean all of them), and make various improvements to security… I was still too fatigued mentally to post any guards… and in the event that I was knocked unconscious again, they wouldn't even make a difference… I was about to return to reality when an idea popped into my head that required some debating… Literally… I had to debate the physical embodiment of the idea in my own mind. It, or well part of me I guess… (it always got confusing when I strolled through the hallways of my own mind) thought that it would be a good idea to move some critical systems to be behind the protection of my subconscious… But the idea was entirely flawed as adding additional rooms for him to guard saps his strength… It's hard to explain, but… because he is not technically within his usual domain of memory and impulse when guarding additional areas, he's not able to manifest himself fully, leaving him open to injury and defeat.
The idea faded and I did move at least the systems regarding telekinesis closer to him, but not to where he was guarding them. I thought that Darkrai would be encouraged to stay far away from his domain after the thrashing it doubtlessly received… The empty hallways began to populate themselves once more with wispy thoughts and impulses, signaling to me that I had fixed everything that I could as they went to work on the more tedious repairs.
I slowly brought myself back to reality, not wanting to disturb my body till I had full control. In the end, it took about fifteen minuets to fully awaken, as I was hesitant to make even the slightest twitch and loose the element of surprise. I opened my eyes slowly… and at the worst possible time as the old man was standing inches from my face. He scratched his face as I made contact with his eyes and he nodded his head slowly as he walked towards the lip of the drop bordering the clearing.
He slid down the embankment as he called out, in a rather sedate manner, "Oh Mistress! Your new servant is awake…"
At that, Darkrai began materializing in front of me, stretching and molding itself out of the shadows. It hovered there for a moment, crossing its arms and looking me up and down, before giving a small nod (seemingly of approval) and beginning to transform. The "skirt" of darkness that usually covered its body began to shorten as Darkrai descended it-no-her legs. The red collar around her neck pulled in slightly and shortened, allowing her chest to flatten slightly before dividing into two large breasts and her mouth to be seen, lips curled in a devious smile. She finished the transformation by parting her mini-skirt in the front, exposing her aroused pussy to my eyes as I fought my dick for control of my body and won.
She was beautiful, yes… But she had another thing coming if she thought that I would give up Bluebell and the others so easily.
She stared at my (forcibly) limp member with no small amount of distain. "If he's awake, then why is he so limp?" she asked roughly, as she turned to the old man, who was sitting with his back turned on the boulder in the clearing just as he was when I first saw him.
"Perhaps that is my fault ma'am," he replied in a bored tone. "It is quite possible that waking up to an old man inches from his face is a bit of a mood killer," he continued wittily, making me laugh once (although it sounded more like a grunt of approval).
"You are just… Useless aren't you?" she responded cattily.
"Mmmm… Isn't that what you have him for?" he asked, putting his head on his fist as Darkrai blushed slightly, making me laugh once more.
She turned to me with a slight amount of anger in her voice, "Well? Am I not good enough for you?" She asked blushing.
"Don't sell yourself short, you're beautiful…" I said truthfully. She blushed at the compliment, and turned to open her mouth but I cut her off, answering her unasked question, "And as too why I'm not hard: I have two explanations. One: the nude female form doesn't necessarily need to be erotic. In fact, it can be quite beautiful and completely platonic at the same time, something that renaissance painters understood elegantly. It all depends on how the woman presents herself…" she opened her mouth again but I cut her off once more, "And before you ask, yes. You were presenting yourself in a sufficiently erotic manner… the look in your eyes. Arceus, the body language… The smile… mmm well done. And let's not forget the subtle rhythmic sway of the hips… Priceless." I said with a smile as her jaw dropped.
She fumbled after a few moments as she wrenched her jaw off of the ground and I allowed her to ask the question she wanted to, "So then, if I presented myself erotically… what's keeping you from becoming hard? I know you can…"
"That-brings us to point number two: I want to know why, more than I want to fuck you till I limp." I said blunt as possible, causing the legendary to blush once more. "I want to know why you took me, why me, and why such a fucking terrible nightmare-no wait, I can guess on that last one…" I said, taking a moment to think as she crossed her arms in preparation for some wrong answer, "You needed a way to test me… Find out my abilities… strengths, weaknesses, you know, gauge how much of a threat I was…" I said, hitting the nail on the head as she frantically attempted to hide her shock.
"C-clever…" she said, recovering her confidence… I raised an eyebrow and she began to answer my other questions, "The why and the why you are intertwined… You must understand, a woman has her needs," she said, levitating herself to my level and pressing herself against my chest. "That old codger simply can't satisfy me any longer… He's seen fifty years of good service though…" she said, making him grunt indifferently from his boulder. "You see… there's no more… Passion," she said as she stroked my chest lightly with her velvet-soft, pitch-black hand. "I need a new servant… one who satisfy me… show me true pleasure," she said, clamping her legs around my waist as she ground her slit into my crotch, giggling loudly as she felt me get hard. "And after I saw you pleasing those two females… The Seviper and the Blaziken… Bluebell and Jess if I recall… Which reminds me," she said as she buried my head in her breasts while she wrapped her arms around the tree till she found my hands, "You won't be needing this anymore," she said tugging at my engagement ring. I fought back, but my hands being bound and her having the strength of a legendary didn't work out well for me.
"GIVE THAT BACK!" I called from between her jugs as she slowly lowered herself back into her original position, examining the ring as she held it in front of my face.
"What good would it do? You're not going to be seeing her anymore?" she asked sarcastically, flinging the ring into the woods. I managed to grab on to it with my mind and pull it back to my waiting hand, using a lot of psionic energy and sending a trickle of blood from my nose. "Oh… I almost forgot that you had that little trick… I thought for sure that I disabled it…" she said with a bit of distain as I felt her look into my mind.
I reacted quickly this time, repelling her advances into my consciousness with ease. "Not this time," I said pushing her out with one mighty shove.
"My my, it looks like you've managed to repair much of the damage that I've caused… Although the level of mental energy that you currently possess is pitiful compared to what it used to be."
we sat there silently for a few moments before I spoke up, "Ya know. As fun as being a sex slave for life sounds, I'm gonna have to turn you down. Bluebell is the only one I want to spend the rest of my life with… well her and Jess I suppose… all my girls really… Honestly you're welcome to join in," I said with a warm, distant smile.
" Yeah… I have a problem with sharing… Especially my sex-toys… And besides, what makes you think that I'm going to just let you leave?" she responded, crossing her arms and tightening her grip on my pelvis.
"What makes you think that I'm that stupid?" I scoffed, snapping my restraints with a devilish sneer as we fell and I pinned her to the ground.
"Well I must admit, that was impressSWEET MOTHER ARCEUS!" she said, crying out in pleasure as I slowly inserted my length into her.
"Oooh, feels like its been a while," I said with a chuckle as her tight pussy resisted my advance, reveling in her squeals of pleasure. "How bout you and I have a little fight… and sex… You win and I stay with you for a year… I know it doesn't sound like that much but I'm sure that I can dye that black cloak of yours white after a while…" I said and she moaned, nodding vigerously as I pressed my length farther into her. "All I ask is that you let me send a message to my girls that I'm ok and will be back in a year… But if I win, then you join my team" I said standing up and walking a short distance away, cracking my knuckles.
She regained her composure, disappointed that I pulled out, and answered, "I honestly don't think that it would be much of a fight without that sword of yours," she said, making the mistake of closing her eyes and turning her head to the side.
I sprang foreword, the ground was too slippery for bullet punch or extreme speed to be used safely (or at least with confidence), but the distance between us wasn't too great and I managed to close it before she could react. She opened her eyes just as I clocked her in the jaw with a massive cross, more than enough to down any normal Pokèmon of her size… But she just staggered back a few meters, impressed at my power, turning just in time to franticly dodge my high jump kick. The force of the impact buried my leg to the mid calf in muck as I winced in pain. "I guess that little nightmare of yours didn't reveal that I was a fighter did it?" I asked with a sneer working through the pain to try and free my leg. I knew that a dark type like Darkrai was weak to my barrage of fighting type moves, even if she was completely immune to my psychic attacks.
She looked terrified at first, but since she knew that I was Psychic and Fighting type, she knew all my weaknesses, quickly calming herself as I was rocked by a blast of ominous wind (Ghost type moves being another one of my weaknesses). I coughed up some blood and wrenched my leg free of the muck, turning to face her once more as she welled up another blast of ghostly power. I bolted at her using extreme speed taking a risk on this slippery terrain, sliding at the last minuet through the wet grass, sweeping her legs out from under her as I wrapped my arms around her waist, pinning her to the ground on her stomach as I teased her sopping wet pussy with my cock from behind. I slowly inserted my shaft, making her wail and beg for more as her ridiculously tight cunt embraced my length.
She snapped out of her daze when I was about three fourths of the way inserted and kicked me in the chest, "I must say, this style of fighting is very pleasurable," she admitted, fingering her self lightly. She didn't dare breaking eye contact with me again, and I saw that she was charging another blast of ominous wind. I reacted quickly, rolling towards her, but it wasn't enough to avoid the ghastly air and my body was assaulted from all sides by its torrent. I barely managed to stay conscious and lashed out with a rolling kick when her barrage was over, making her flinch and give me an opening.
I stopped and concentrated, focusing my mind and body in preparation for my next attack. Darkrai saw what was coming but couldn't recover in time to stop it. I shot foreword, dodging blast after blast of air, landing a mighty focus punch on her chest which sent her flying backwards into the embankment, breathing heavily as she struggled to maintain consciousness.
I shook my (probably fractured) hand till the pain went away and walked over to her, helping her up and carrying her out of the water onto dry ground. She fell asleep with a smile on her face and I gathered some wood and leaves, starting a fire with what little pyrokinesis I could muster before laying down next to Darkrai and holding her close to warm her. She stirred moments later and her gorgeous neon-blue eyes fluttered open as she turned her head to face me, stroking the arm I had around her stomach. "I guess I lost then… Master," she said with a giggle as she pushed one of my hands to her crotch and the other to her breast. She looked at me with a sparkle of lust in her eye, "Please master! PLEASE! Ravage me before I take us back," she begged, pouting salaciously.
I responded by rolling onto my back and pulling her onto my chest on her back as well. She was shorter than me so I had to hike her shoulder up underneath my chin so I could kiss her, finger her, and fondle her D-cup breasts all at the same time. I used my ring and index fingers to tease her folds as my tongue slipped into her mouth and my other hand rubbed one of her nipples with its thumb. I spread her gushing folds wide, using my middle finger to lightly circle and penetrate her greedy slit as she screamed into our kiss.
"OH FUCK YES… ITS BEEN FAR TOO LONG," she squealed and laughed in ecstasy as I probed her pussy with my finger, flicking her clit and nipple with my thumbs. She turned and bit my neck, and I sunk my teeth into her shoulder. She squirmed uncomfortably with the pain at first, but once I switched my technique, using my first and middle fingers to both spread and penetrate her cunt while massaging her clit with her own juice, she allowed the pain and pleasure to combine feeling its euphoric cocktail for the first time. The new sensation was too much for her sex-starved pussy to handle and she soaked my hand and pelvis in her juices.
I massaged her breasts with her own liquid as our tongues slid past each other once more, making her giggle and moan into our kiss as I used her orgasm like massage oil. I crawled out from under her and buried one of her fluid soaked nipples in my mouth, taking in her sweet musky flavor, relishing every lick as I trailed my tongue down her stomach to her sopping sheath. I licked my lips, hungry for more of her musk as I slowly licked her slit from base to clit, taking all that I could into my mouth as my tongue explored her ridges. She shoved my head farther onto her with her hands and legs, forcing me in deeper and deeper as she wailed in ecstasy. I lavished in her taste and feel, nibbling softly as I mercilessly thrashed her g-spot with my tongue, making her roar in orgasm as her delectable juices flowed into my mouth and down my throat.
She pushed me onto my back and I landed on a hot coal that popped out of the campfire, I screamed in pain and pleasure as she wrapped her lubricated breasts around my lance, taking the tip into her mouth as she licked the back of my head and massaged my shaft with her tits. The pain soon died away and all I felt was immeasurable pleasure as she circled my tip with her tongue and bounced her beautiful breasts about my shaft. I cried out in pleasure as she nibbled lightly on one of my weak-spots, spattering one of her eyes with cum before she could catch the rest of my load in her mouth. She wiped my seed off of her eyelid massaged it into her pussy while I nibbled her neck, sending her into a frenzy of passion. She shoved me to the ground once more and took my shaft before her maw.
"I… I'm sorry master… But… I'm so… so hungry," she moaned, taking my entire length into her mouth and throat, gently fondling my balls as they dangled helplessly in her hands. I felt her teeth hit the base of my shaft and I threw my head back as she began to swallow, moving her throat and stimulating my rock hard lance. She circled my shaft with her tongue, moaning as she massaged what little semen she had left on her hand into her pussy. She swallowed one last time and I shot line after line directly down her throat. She managed to use what little psychic powers she had to intensify the orgasm, making me cum over and over till she had her fill.
I lay there gasping for breath as she grabbed my limp member, jerking it, rough and impatient, till it was hard again… and then some, twisting as she stroked me up and down, using the semen and saliva that was already present to lubricate her hand. She clenched and unclenched her fingers randomly as she twisted and pumped. But what really set me off was her leaning close to me and whispering in my ear, "Let's see how far I can shoot this next load." She gave one final massive twist and pump, sending me over the edge as I shot my cum over two meters with her help. "THAT'S IT!" she shouted, pulling me on top of her as she dug her nails into my back. "I want to see what that powerful seed of yours feels like from the inside," she said breathlessly, spreading her legs as I cracked my neck. She spread her folds wide with her cum soaked hands and I rested the base of my shaft against her avaricious sheath. I drew my length down to the tip, coating myself in her juices as I teased her.
"I have one rule." I said, and she whimpered for me to continue, "No pregnancy! That's Bluebell's self chosen path as my wife."
She nodded, "Yeah, yeah, no pregnancy got it, not like I was going to let children get in the way of years of sex anyways…" she said, whimpering for my shaft.
I chuckled at her fixation on my dick being inside of her and happily obliged, ramming my full length into her starving vice-tight cunt in less than a second, making her wail in ecstasy as she dug her nails into my lower back, grabbing a hold of my waist so to not allow me to escape. I rocked my hips and pulled out slowly, dragging her insides with me as I did so, my tip exiting her quivering slit with a near ear-shattering pop. She didn't wait for me to tease her and bucked her hips, sending me into her as she screamed in bliss. I dropped my full weight and buried myself deep within her, the tip of my cock jamming up against her cervix with every thrust through her virgin-like tight folds. We embraced each other's tongues as I thrusted faster and faster, regaining enough psionic energy to make my cock vibrate. She shot a pulse of dark energy in all directions as we came together, feeling line after line of my seed fill her from the inside as my strength was being sapped by the dark power she was emitting… I saw the old man sit down by the fire as the world went dark once more.
I slept soundly and woke to the sounds of Onyx cheering "MASTER MASTER! I FOUND YOU!" and bouncing up and down on my chest. "YOU GUYS, HE'S IN HERE!" she paused looking at the sleeping Darkrai cuddled up to my side, laying her head on my chest, "AND HE BROUGHT A NEW FRIEND!"
